Ricks P.O.V.
“Get up you filthy swine. Let us be having you. I haven’t got all day to be wasting time with you!” I growled menacingly.
I had been tasked with taking Tom to the valley of the Outcasts. Sooner I had got rid of him the better. I pulled Tom from the holding cell and pushed him towards the damp stone steps. Jane and Greg, my most trusted team members, were also with me, and I glanced back at them, watching them roughly shove our prisoner up the steps, behind me.
“Get a move on you useless lump!” Jane shrieked, kicking Tom hard in the leg with her heeled boot causing Tom to fall to the floor.
Greg just stood there and smirked. “Always been a weak piece of shit, haven’t you Tom?” he chuckled, before bending down and grabbing Tom's legs.
I followed Greg’s lead and grabbed Tom by his arms, and together, we marched up the stone steps, out of the prisoner wing and into the brightly lit lobby following Jane.
It felt like we were being watched, so I looked up to see hundreds of faces peering down at us from the grand staircase. The lobby was also filled with more wolves, lining the walls, and assembling at the bottom of the stairs, looking at us intently and glaring down at Tom, all united in hatred. Suddenly, a loud noise filled the lobby. All the wolves that were watching and standing around were now clapping loudly, and a few even started to cheer.
“Well done, Warriors!” a voice rang out loudly.
“Get him gone!” cried another ecstatically.
“Should have killed him really!” a couple of voices yelled out together.
“EXILE!” they all shouted, in unison. “Long live the Luna! Long live the Alpha!”
Tom growled and tried to resist his restraints, but I tightened my grip and whispered harshly “Don’t you dare try to fight me, or I swear to god I’ll kill you now, right on this spot!”
We carried on through the lobby, Jane’s heels clicking noisily across the tiles and out on to the marble steps. Waiting for us was an old battered blue transit van, with its back doors opened, ready and waiting for its load. Roughly, me and Greg flung Tom into the back of the van, and he landed with a heavy thud. A large groan echoed off the walls. I carefully climbed into the back of the van and knelt beside Tom and whispered gleefully in his ear.
“You will soon wish that we had killed you. I heard that the Valley of the Outcasts is waiting for you. Good luck. You are going to need it son.”
I grabbed his wrists, with a gloved hand, that were still bound by the silver cuffs, effectively weakening him, and pulled him back towards the side of the van to where a large metal silver hoop hung from the van wall. I took a length of rope from my pocket and tightly bound his wrists to the silver hoop so that he could not move, nor try and escape. I looked down and smirked at the helpless pile of filth, before turning on my heel and hopping out of the van. I slammed both doors shut and took a key out of my jacket and turned it in the lock, hearing it click. I looked back up the steps and noticed Xavier was stood there, with his arms crossed, looking down at us.
“Is the prisoner secured?” he asked slowly, eying up the van warily.
“Yes, Boss. He will not be escaping now,” I replied. “He is cuffed and tied to the van.”
“Good. Do you know where you must take him?” Xavier questioned, looking at me intently. “Do you know how to get to the Valley of the Outcasts?”
“Yes, of course, Boss. I am just going to drop him off at the guardhouse at the entrance to the Valley. They can deal with him there,” I smirked.
I looked up at Xavier and saw that he too, was smirking back at me.
“Good. Have a safe trip and see you soon. Be careful,” Xavier warned. “He is a slippery character.”
I looked over at Jane and Greg, and I nodded towards the van. We hurriedly climbed into the van, and I started the engine so that the van noisily spluttered into action and we clunked slowly down the drive. The journey was long and tedious. No one hardly said a word to each other, and we just stared out the window distractedly, thinking about the job at hand. Fields, woods, and farmland were all that we could see for miles around.
“What if he comes back?” Jane asked, finally breaking the silence after what seemed an eternity while looking at me.
“He won’t come back!” I replied roughly. “He will be dead within a week. Guaranteed.”
“He has pissed off a lot of people,” Greg mused. “They’re all waiting for him. Word has spread fast about what he has done.”
Greg looked and me, and we both smirked at each other. “It’s nothing less than he deserves really,” I laughed.
I looked back at Greg. He was one of my best Warriors. He had deep brown eyes, with dark brown hair that he always shaved short because of his receding hairline and he had dark brown stubble flecked with hints of grey. His face was round and squishy, but he had an athletic build on him. He, too, was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and black tie, like me. We both looked smart and business-like. I glanced over at Jane, who was taking an interest in her long painted nails. She had flame-red hair that reached down to her waist, and she was tall and skinny. Her nose piercing glinted in the light. She too looked smart and business-like, but she wore a grey skirt with black tights, a white fitted blouse which was undone slightly at the neck and a matching grey blazer.
She was gorgeous, but she had nothing on my Libby, I smiled to myself.
We carried on driving carefully to the edge of Silvermoor City. Gradually the countryside disappeared, and a busy city became us. We drove for a while longer, and I looked out the window and saw the tall glass skyscrapers slowly turn into immaculate leafy suburbs, with beautiful looking houses. Children were riding and playing in the streets on bicycles and scooters while schools, shops and garages also zoomed past us along with pleasant looking parks and busy shopping malls. Big dirty grey buildings started to approach us, as we turned on to the large industrial estates of Silvermoor City.
“Not much further left guys,” I announced to the rest of the van.
The big grey outbuildings soon turned into factories, with long chimneys churning out plumes of white smoke, while lorries and vans were parked neatly in carparks. At the same time, rusting skips full of rubbish and scrap lined the pavements and old posters hung lifelessly off billboards, blowing gently in the wind.
We made our way through the industrial estate and followed the road down the hill towards the river. Stretching across the dirty brown river was a long grey bridge leading to an island further out. The bridge was gated at our end, and two guards with guns stood at the entrance. They looked up to see our van snaking towards them, and they slowly walked towards us, guns poised threateningly.
“We are here. Finally,” I muttered, eyeing up the guards. “Let’s get this finished, so we can get back. This place really gives me the creeps,” I shivered, jumping out of the van with Greg and into the cold wind.
“Alright, Mate? What we got here then?” one of the guards shouted across to me.
I looked up and saw that they had stopped a couple of feet away from us, but they still had their guns aimed at us in a clear warning.
“We are from the BlueMoon Clan. We got someone in the back for you,” I grunted, pointing back towards the van.
“Oh yeah? Come to think of it, Xavier did mention to us the other day that we would have a newcomer. What did he do?” the guard queried.
“What hasn’t he done!” Greg growled, angrily.
The guards snapped their attention to Greg and looked at him interestingly. “Oh yeah? That bad is it?” the guard joked, clearly amused.
A van door behind us creaked open, and Jane jumped out, slamming the door behind her. “Where do you want to start? That piece of shit is nothing but a violent criminal. In his last Pack, he stole money and tried stealing other Pack members women, so he got thrown out of there.”
“Then, he came crawling to us, begging for mercy, and we took him in, and he then tried to take down and kill our Beta. We gave him one last chance as an Omega, and now, he tried raping and killing our soon to be Luna. How is that for gratitude!” she spat, folding her arms and glaring across at the guards.
The guards looked back at Jane in shock, unable to say a word in reply. They both just stood tee gaping like a couple of goldfish that were out of water.
“And now, he is your problem. Do not worry, though, he is in rough shape, and he is weak. Give him a week, and you will be burying him,” I laughed loudly.
The guards looked at one another and shrugged. “Hand him over then. We will take it from here.”
We all walked towards the back of the van, and I flung the doors open. They creaked noisily and stiffly. Tom was lying on his side, breathing heavily, his wrists still bound to the silver hoop. I stepped back as both guards clamoured in the back and watched as one of the guards took a small knife out of his pocket and skilfully cut the rope that bound Tom to the van. They instantly kicked him out of the van, and he fell on to the dirty floor in a heap. Not a sound came from him.
“Follow us,” the guards said, grabbing Tom by each arm and frog-marching him towards the gates.
The gates instantly sprung into life, opening slowly to reveal the world that they were hiding. I noticed another guard sitting inside a small hut, who was working the gates from a control panel. We were now stood in a small holding pen and in front of us, were another set of chain link gates, wrapped in barbed wire. I walked up to the gates and peered through the chain-link and saw a river of tents and makeshift houses made from corrugated iron and tarpaulins. There was no grass, no plants, or trees. And no children running around playing. There was just mud and litter strewn about everywhere, blowing gently in the wind. From somewhere deep inside the community, I could hear shouting and screaming, and somewhere, a wolf howled.
This looks like hell on earth, I shivered.
I walked back to the group and looked at Tom, who was stood with his head bowed. He was filthy and reeked of body odour and dirt. He slowly raised his head, and his eyes rested on mine. He looked like he had resigned to his fate. He looked tired and in pain, but I didn’t feel any ounce of sympathy for him. It was his own fault.
“Good luck Tom. You’re going to need it. I give you a week tops, and you’ll be dead,” I smiled at him before patting him roughly on the back. “Right, let’s get this over with as I want to go home,” I announced loudly.
We all walked beside Tom, over to the chain-link gates, which slowly swung open. I took a small key from my pocket and swiftly undone the cuffs that were bounding Tom’s wrists, who instantly began rubbing at the red burn marks that the cuffs had left. The guards grabbed Tom roughly and frogmarched him over the bridge and into the Outcast community and pushed him to the ground. Tom instantly fell, lying in the mud. He didn’t even have the energy to break his fall.
“Pathetic!” one of the guards sneered while the other one laughed.
We all turned away and walked back to the holding pen. I heard the clang of the gates closing behind me, and I turned back around and saw that Tom was now stood up, looking at us, still as a statue. There was no expression, no movement and I shuddered, feeling creeped out.
“Let’s go, guys,” I mumbled to Jane and Greg, motioning back to the van, who gladly followed my lead.
“Bye boys,” I smiled cheerfully at the guards who nodded in return and saw us out through the massive white gates, which clunked shut behind us, blocking our view once more from the Valley of the Outcasts.